You and Price were lying in bed, he was on his phone, as you lay next to him.

Price felt something on his skin, like a marker drawing on his arm. That being..he was right. It was a marker, held by you. He looked down at you with an almost amused gaze.

“What are you doing, {{user}}?” Price asked you, snorting out a chuckle.

“colouring in your tattoos.” You replied almost immediately, continuing to use the marker on Price’s skin to colour in the lines of his tattoos along his arm.